2022 07 1: paintings


20×25 cm

2022 06 28: paintings


that day I suddenly remembered
crazed with all the energy
jumped from brick to brick
balanced on one leg
like karateka kung-fu master
flapping arms and kicking air
widely eyes squinted
as in a movie I just saw

a leg broke as I was bravely leaping
with eyes slightly squinched
I yelled into a sandy ditch
kyaaah with all the focus on my foot
pierced by a buried bucket’s brim
accidentally I was overtaken
by a forgotten sleeping bucket
glistening in the ditch

a thread of lightning struck a tree
as with a sword before my eyes
the treetop fell down another thread
hit me a little bit too late
with steaming coffee on the terrace
I bolted off the chair
and screaming aaaah I heard
a pop of breaking leg

when the chair fell I had remembered
the day I jumped waved and balanced
like a master in a recent movie
I screeched with squinted eyes
big teardrops fell into the ditch
the rain calmed down the aching tree
that day a bucket overcame me today
the lightning flash took down a chair



51×81,5×4 cm

acrylic, spray paint, graphite, markers, lacquer on wooden panel

2 cm white wooden frame

600.00Add to cart

2022 05 13: paintings


hordes of restless men crowded this day
soldiers covered in armor
bound by iron canvas leather
guts pulsating heartbeat echoes
heavy in the temples
raising legs into a step hot breath

not gazing to the sky
backs pressed under their heavy gear
for saving or for taking lives
in the name of children forsaken homes
of women and their songs of foxes
birch trees a boy a blossom or a god
meadows rivers apple orchards

having left behind they track through snow
some in a memory some in a dream
some wiping tears away their rosary
they tell a joke with crooked smile
dropping down a mitten with a cough

on snowy land of their ancestors
snow crystals blink with eyes of
jilted maidens
eyes water clasping throat with tears
drop silent deep into the snow
into the frigid ground and thawing
forefather spirits set deep in ice awaking

one after other soul
succumbed in battle rises
peace in the hearts of men
soughs with their mothers lips into ears
hushshsh dear child of mine
my darling oak be calm
a little bug
of mine



61x80x2 cm

acrylic, graphite, markers, wooden shapes, textile, lacquer on canvas

2 cm white wooden frame

500.00Add to cart

2020 03 27: paintings

75x77x3 cm

acrylic, spray paint, plastic shapes, textile, lacquer on 2 canvases

600.00Add to cart

2020 03 23: paintings

76×72 cm

2020 03 15: paintings


If you look directly at this work, you see yourself in a mirrors. You may pick an angle that does not reflect you or you can try to ignore the reflection and see the whole piece differently, ignoring the mirror view. Is that possible?



60x96x3,5 cm

acrylic, markers, graphite, aluminum, mirrors, lacquer on canvas

600.00Add to cart

space is pretty much unknown.
moon is also unknown.
dark side of the moon is even less known.
it is so mysterious, you know…


60×88 cm

2020 01 15: paintings


Some people know (but mostly – not), what happens underground or in the depths of a mountain. For instance, underneath a lush chunk of forest there might flow a subterranean river as a underwater channel between two lakes. Fish can use it to travel to some secluded nooks. Dive deep in their home lake surrounded by meadows with mountain goats and swim through a dark little undulating tunnel which ends in a forest lake or even in some sort of secretly hidden oasis between ridges looking like a plain mountain from the outside, but tucking away a meadow inside it. Like a tooth that seems externally healthy but hides nothing but decay within.

Most likely, these kind of things never existed, but I would love for at least this one instance to be real:  a creek flowing down the mountain plunges deep into its depths and travels to the lake in small streams. This lake has an underground river leading to a smaller lake lying below and runs further to a second, very deep one.



70x89x2 cm

acrylic, spray paint, graphite, markers, wooden shapes, textile, lacquer on paper

2 cm white wooden frame

400.00Add to cart

2020 01 10: paintings

those are everywhere in various names and shapes. we are them


71 x 89 cm

2019 11 21: paintings

68 x 89 cm



2019 11 10: paintings

She is all kinds of mysterious things of nature like weather, water, winds and waterfalls. She is many things at one time and one beautiful of them is music.


Painted on paper that is glued to a cardboard and framed. then wooden shapes covered with glittery fabric glued on top of that make the whole piece.


68 x 96 cm

2018 02 15: paintings

While making this work I had some thoughts about nowadays. Summary would be that we all are the result of evolution, so – the best of what is so far developed by nature and god. And what are the key moments in us that are so perfect, so useful to spread in world, develop the wealth and possibilities to gain happiness? Maybe some cultural exchanges, religious beliefs, education, science, human rights and luxury to grow a thinner skin. Thinner skin means that person is more vulnerable, but feels more safe and is more sensitive to outer impact.

A piece of an artificial leather is glued on an aluminum panel and then to a surface of canvas so it extends the border of an artwork. canvas size: 70 x 120 cm. The skin adds 14 cm to the left side.

2017 09 17: paintings


at 2 kilometres away

from the main trail

a private estate plate

banned to go further after all


the water of the forest is calling

in the cutting the river is sloshing

bushes grassland we are finally

here found those two trees


and who knows why in their

shadow there are two tiny roach

the second Tuesday more or less at 2

with their thrust snouts for some time


maybe  they are smelling something

later quickly dive in as if have agreed

or feel frightened we come closer

to the bank to see some tiny spawn



56,5x90x5 cm

acrylic, graphite, markers, lacquer on canvas

600.00Add to cart



what was your dream?



I wasn’t sleeping

why did you twitch then?

I thought about something

with closed eyes the trees

with entwined roots forever

until they dry out sucking

each other’s sap

like nuts?

like gnats


is that why you cried?

I didn’t cry

but was so sorry for those sad eyes

of a lonely apple seller

I saw passing by

with a red bag

like your cheeks?

on his laps

says a kilo I say

ok I take it all

for not to see

his eyes again



50×70×2 cm

acrylic, graphte, lacquer on canvas

500.00Add to cart

2017 03 17: paintings



out of the four gates

arises thunder

trembling ground quivers cabbage

carrots beans I had at lunch

a wave of dust and angst

worried voices

next… Šeimyniškių* snake

stinging toe

body frozen

cannot run or strike

a bloodstained beak

pinches her Neptune blue

Gilette wings

beating fast a sound

of awful movement hissing

ššššilas bridge*…

leaping up I kick

a red umbrella pardon pardon

excuse me missed

my stop I am

on the other side of river now



* – bus stop




50×70×2 + 18×13×2 cm

acrylic, graphite, lacquer on 2 canvases

400.00Add to cart

2017 02 8: paintings


In few words – this could be a short story of a life of a man as a father and his journey to our Father. Here how it is:


today I remembered my father
and his picture of Joseph
don’t know if he liked travelling
as driving with Styopa his friend when
he arrived at our place when we
weren’t there yet left the mountains
with snakes bay leaves khinkali stayed
with us to drink more simple wine
some kind of beer the longing
he did not succeed to swallow ever

we drove with ambulance and
ZIL truck my first time driving down
the street curve Krantine’s street
right by the river where steamboats
sailed Vilnius Riga Tallin Neris
waved briefly cheering us up

in winter ice for sliding down
he didn’t like me laughing
falling down he laughed himself
eyes wet like mine’s now
I remember smell of Pervalka
we went to sea and jumped through waves
and jellyfish and shells we gathered
I collected stamps and boxes
as he did toy cars his pride was Volga

we left for Fabijoniškės he
went to Gabriškės with Volvo
and Nijolė stayed far from us
until the very end until the Father
came and forever took him
home to teach some balance
as on a slackline


Whole artwork is combined of two canvases (50 x 70 cm + 18 × 13 cm) and a text on a white cardboard (14,8 x 21 cm)




2016 11 4: paintings



stars spinning around

the trees and the tent

bonfire flames growing

upwards with legs


twisting and shoes

kicking a basket of mushrooms

silenced inside the mouth

word-endings scatter


a hundred seas rumble in my head

somebody hits a drum in the distance

or is it the wind only nestling

between the pines of the forest


a salty taste in my throat

scratching the kettle’s bottom

why in the seven hells  were there

fly agaric in my soup?




61×86 cm



2016 09 8: paintings


This painting goes along with a story about what happens in waters and in this case some kind of samurai was practicing in a river and accidentally cut a fish in half which flew down the river into the arms of fisherman. here it is:

as in that song where from
Šašvė to Nevėžis and coiling
further up to Nemunas in to
the distance or something
like it through stones
with green wavy mane to
the rhythm of god’s eternal
song the rivers flow

this dance of waters
is irresistible to many
species fish and clams
crayfish and larvae meet
in search for longer life
in muddy darkness

glistening blade soughs
in the air sunbeam flashes
through a creek and flies
towards forest a gust of wind
sliding through surface
carries downstream
splashes with ripples
shouts and sweat drops

who could have thought where
that poor roach fish would swim
when cut in half by training
warrior with his sword in river
up to chest swiftly wavering
and hacking water

not knowing what will happen
with one or other side of it
the fish swam to the sea
and there got in a plastic bag
which soon got caught
into a fishing net the catch
surprised the fisherman
so much he even cursed



61×86×2 cm

acrylic, spray paint, graphite, markers lacquer on paper

2 cm white wooden frame

300.00Add to cart



such calm morning!

sun glistens the dew

on grass tips in the meadow

grazing horses

take heed upon hearing

woodpecker’s breakfast.

heads tilted down

they lick fresh shrubs

these youngsters, you know

only care about frolics and snickering

chasing each other

prodding, bouncing

without seeing fog fall down

on the meadow. More fun playing

can barely see anything

morning prayers of birds

in the distance

faraway fisherman’s radio

nibbling of the grass

a sudden cold breeze

brings the smell of fur…



61×86 cm

2016 05 11: paintings



dunes crunching sand shaking simmering

after a soft breeze pops dry

cracking stone bursts in flames

a bush rolls down scattering ember


every living thing burrows deeper praying

for a drop of water strength or eternal

peace with parched blazing heart

beating ever more quickly


until the ground starts shaking

and bones beneath it hot rocks sand

it becomes obvious that it’s not a heart

not the earth that is beating but sky


Tlaloc* slashes clouds pierces

lightning under his feet trampling

black of crying he screams with a hundred

voices angry at his wife again



being booted out to think and get some

fresh air to calm down like the time he

was only joking and daunted just a little

why isn’t she getting his jokes?


*god of rain



61×86 cm



2016 01 19: paintings

Framed artwork comes along with a story about reconciliation between a man and snake through a beautiful-eyed dog:

he’s slowly strolling with a basket. humming a tune, beard with a fume.
sunbeams gently stroking mushroom caps, cropped stems bobbing.

she’s slithering over wet moss. brushing along her tingling abdomen trough branches and roots. the fierce snake.

a shoe slips on the crawler. the basket trembles, a few parasol mushrooms fall out one of their gamps roll down into blueberry bushes

a loud ‘what the hell!’ echoes through the branches. woodpecker hushes, trills a swift.
he crouches to pick up the mushroom. something moves between his fingers

a sudden pain shoots up his arm. a snake!
pulled out a blade that hung upon his belt, thrust into the blueberry bush, blood colored the moss.

pinched his wound, clenching his teeth, forgot the mushrooms, hurried back home.
snake’s soul rose from the bloods, above the tree trunks, through the branches chased a squirrel, a ladybug, a butterfly, a fly that flew into the human’s house.

in it, a bitch is pregnant, the litter’s not going to be large: two greyish brown and one green eyed black pup. he was chosen by the soul of snake, to be reborn as man’s best friend.

The man returned back home with bloody arm. that night it swell, he violently retched
but survived and slowly he got better. after a month, he felt like new.

the dog whelped three puppies. two, the man took to the woods, buried under a pine-tree
as a sacrifice to Indraja. but one he kept for himself – black like the night, eyes green as a forest.




61×86×2 cm

acrylic, spray paint, graphite, lacquer on paper

2 cm white wooden frame

300.00Add to cart

2015 11 16: paintings



I had this dog a very good boy

with his beady eyes smiling

with this cute little face

eating vomit and licking

everyone’s cheeks ears

snuggled up tightly

and we slept together

me her and him


and another dog I had

one more angry with strangers

prone to conflict but goood

appetite just feed him

a big dinner

then snuggled up tightly

and we slept together

me her and him



61×86 cm



2015 09 24: paintings

61×86 cm



2014 02 12: paintings


The idea is that God is always with you. God’s finger goes down from the space and touches your heart. And if you look at it, you see yourself.

I see this work as merry and optimistic. Also I believe it’s true and this expression of my belief is quite symbolic and hopefully accumulates some thoughts.


Panels are wooden and have 4 cm frame on the back side, so can be hung on nails (of course, precisely measured to match the measures).



50x122x2 cm

acrylic, mirrors, graphite, markers, lacquer on wooden plates

700.00Add to cart